Head? Chest? Or Foot?

Three choices, one bullet

One trigger, guess who gets to pull it?

One leader, a thousand slaves

For every throne, there's a thousand graves

You're all the same

Just part of their machine

Perpetuate their dream

They subsidize your nightclubs and they subsidize your malls

They herd and brand the masses within painted prison walls

Until your freedom of assembly becomes the missiles they create

Or just mass delusion, dancing to this music that you fucking hate

But I'm not the same

I'm not part of your fucking machine

I'll jeopardize your dream

I'd rather be imprisoned in a George Orwellian world

Than your pacified society of happy boys and girls

I'd rather know my enemies and let them know the same

Whose windows to smash and whose tires to slash and where to point the fucking blame

One future, two choices

Oppose them or let them destroy us